The unscientific detective in Conan

The outskirts of Tokyo, Mount Takao.

Fujino parked the car in an open space next to the forest on Mt. Takao.

After locking the car, he put on his Batman mask and headed deeper into the forest.

After getting off the bus and walking not far, a quaint building appeared in front of us.

The quaint building looks like a temple. The bottom of the temple is supported by countless wooden frames and is suspended next to a cliff.

The waterfall on the top of the cliff flows straight down, and some cherry blossoms flow down the aisle of the temple, which has a Japanese and elegant charm.

Through the telescope function of the vision-enhancing glasses, Fujino clearly saw the plaque of the temple shrouded in night: Shanni Temple

If ordinary people see such a scene, they may think that this must be some kind of Buddhist holy place.

The monks inside must all be eminent monks who came here to devote themselves to spiritual practice in order to escape from the troubles of the world.

But Fujino knew it.

In fact, this Shanni Temple is just a tool used to make money.

The abbot of the temple, Monk Tianyong, is a fake ascetic who wears the name of a monk and does all kinds of dirty things.

Looking away, Fujino took out a pair of leather gloves from his personal space and put them on before sneaking into Shanni Temple.

Walk up the steps and carefully open the door of the temple. What comes into view is an all-wooden entrance.

The structure inside the temple is very complicated. Although Fujino had put on soft-soled shoes before arriving, the wooden floors in disrepair still made a faint creaking sound even if he tried to walk lightly.

Squeak, squeak, squeak

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps suddenly coming from the corner in front of him.

Fujino frowned when he heard the sound and took out the bat tranquilizer dart from his pocket.

[100% strength enhancement turned on, remaining time: 59 seconds]

As the voice approached, a fat figure wearing training clothes appeared from the corner.

At this time, the figure turned its head.

The two looked at each other: ...

Senior Brother Mu Nian, are you here to poop too?

The little monk Tunnian, who had just used the toilet, squinted his eyes and recognized the figure in front of him as his senior brother.

But what waited for him was not an answer, but a ruthless batarang thrown with great force.

call out!

The dart went straight into his stomach.

In an instant, the little monk felt as if he had been bitten by something.

Immediately, his vision went dark, and his legs became weak and he collapsed on the floor.

When Fujino saw the man lying on the ground, he slowly walked forward, took off his gloves and checked his pulse in a common sense.

Still alive.

The effect is good.

After confirming that the little monk was only knocked over by numbness, he was not numb to death.

Fujino recovered the batarang and continued to sneak deeper into the temple.

The night is getting darker.

In the most spacious room in the temple, weak candlelight shines from the paper partitions.

Abbot Tianyong sat in front of the table in disheveled clothes, holding a wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth.

Judging from his red face, he must have been drunk.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Footsteps came from the wooden floor outside the door.

The sudden footsteps made the old host feel agitated.

He put the bottle down casually, and with a little anger, he yelled at the door: You're still up so late, are you looking for a chance?!

But just when he finished scolding someone and planned to continue drinking.

A figure appeared on the paper partition of the sliding door.

It was a figure of standard build, but the strange thing was that there were two sharp protrusions on the man's head.

The old abbot looked at the strange figure and frowned.

But he was already drunk and didn't think too much.

He just thought it was his little apprentice who was playing some prank.

Then, his door was suddenly opened.

Before he could calm down, his eyes gradually turned pitch black.

…………

The sound of rushing water came from my ears.

The old abbot slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a sky full of stars.

Why am I here?

The old abbot, who felt some pain in his head, slowly sat up and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

The surrounding environment is very familiar, it should be the cliff on top of his temple.

But how did he get here?

Could it be that he drank too much?

With doubts in his heart, the old abbot looked around.

At a glance, he saw a man wearing a black mask and a black cloak standing not far away.

The two looked at each other: ...

[Detective Momentum Trigger: Causes a lot of psychological pressure on target criminals]

who are you?

The old abbot recalled what had just happened and swallowed. He was frightened by the strange figure in front of him and backed away.

It was this person. It was just after he saw this person that his vision went dark.

Then when I opened my eyes again, I was already here...

I'm Batman

Under the influence of the voice changer, Fujino's voice became deeper.

Very much like a certain Gotham's richest man.

Baitman?

The old abbot muttered, showing a strange expression.

Fujino didn't pay attention to the strange expression on Lao Deng's face.

He just walked forward slowly, grabbed his collar and slowly raised it, How did Monk Zhongnian die?

Zhongnian?!

The old abbot was surprised when he heard this.

He paused and seemed a little guilty, Wasn't he killed by the Tengu?

I didn't hear the answer I wanted.

Fujino shook his head.

He threw the old abbot in front of him.

After all, the old abbot was already over seventy years old and his health was not ideal.

So after Fujino, who had been strengthened, fell like this, he immediately let out bursts of painful wails.

Can such an old man kill someone?

Fujino looked at the little old man who was wailing not far away, and couldn't help but frown.

After a moment, his brows gradually relaxed.

A certain museum curator can wield a big iron sword and kill people.

This 70-year-old abbot used special techniques to kill people.

There seems to be no problem.

I can only say that it is very unscientific.

Fujino will not be merciful just because the other party is an old man in his seventies.

Putting away his thoughts, he threw the batarang he had just recovered again.

Thirty minutes later.

Fujino held a wooden knife and struck the old abbot's bald head like a wooden fish.

At the same time, in Fujino's ears, the system sound was still echoing: [Kendo professional proficiency point +1, Kendo professional proficiency point +1...]

In order to prevent the wooden sword from being exposed, Fujino thoughtfully put a black linen bag on the old abbot's head before taking out the wooden sword.

He also showed off his rope skills. When tying his limbs, he tied a knot with a bat pattern.

Monk Zhongnian is probably the one who killed him, right?

Fujino repeated the 'knocking on the wooden fish' action, What method did you use to kill him, and what was your motive for killing him?

I really didn't kill Zhongnian...

Separated by a layer of black sacks, the old abbot's voice sounded a little muffled, but he was still so stubborn.

Ignorant of good and evil!

Fujino frowned, raised the wooden knife in his hand high, and hit the back of the head directly under the black sack.

Snapped!

With a scream, the old abbot felt as if he had been hit hard on the head by some steel pipe, and he fainted immediately.

When he first knocked Numabuchi Kiichiro, Fujino had to knock him five or six times to knock him out.

But what about this old man?

One knife will make you dizzy.

This greatly reduced the fun of knocking people out for Fujino.